Chapter 295

Chapter 295 The Dwarven Village

If you were to choose the largest mountain range in the Kingdom of Celia, you could pick the Silia Mountain Range first.

Thanks to its enormous size and majestic scenery, this mountain range was named by the King of Celia himself.

However, the land is not fertile compared to its size, and it is not possible to develop it because it is a place where heterogeneous people have lived before.

Although there were a few mines in it, they were not valuable enough to ruin relations with the different races by overexploiting them.

Although it was a mountain that the local people paid tribute to and respected.

As he looked around, he was amazed.

“amazing.”

It is a huge mountain that is very ignorant.

Thanks to Aira’s teleport, Ray was able to easily come halfway up the mountain range.

Still, there was a long way to go.

The sticky moisture that wets your underwear makes you feel even more refreshed.

He decided to think positively.

“It’s not like I’ve been homeless once or twice. If you are lucky enough to meet a dwarf around here, it will be easier for you to be guided.”

Carrying a heavy leather backpack on his back, he starts climbing.

Dwarf Village is surrounded by delicate magic circles in double and triple layers.

So, following Aira’s advice not to recklessly raise mana and get stuck in it, Ray climbed the mountain carefully using even mana.

Since he hardly uses mana, his whole body is dripping with sweat.

The soaked mask had long since been taken off.

The previous positive thoughts also disappeared.

I’m still looking for a long way to go.

It would be the first time since the rites in the holy kingdom to do something by moving only the body like this.

There was something strangely refreshing about it.

It seems that he has gone crazy with the heat and humidity of the mountains.

He walked like that for several more hours.

I could feel the mana swirling around me getting entangled with each other.

Mana, which should flow slowly, only moved from the outside to the inside, so I felt a sense of heterogeneity.

Ray looked down at the village covered in bizarre mana.

“Oh my God, you’ve done a lot with the magic circle.”

The Dwarf Village was filled with strange mana from the entrance to the interior.

It is as if mana was intentionally imprisoned using a magic circle.

How much money would it cost to build all of that?

As he gulped, he headed for the village that finally appeared.

* * *

It is common for several different races to live near huge mountain ranges.

Since resources and places are limited, neighboring races have a fairly close relationship.

However, elves and dwarves were the exception.

Even a three-year-old knows that the two races do not get along.

In a way, it is natural for a Dwarf who destroys nature for his own desires to coexist with an Elf who regards it as life.

In addition, unlike elves, who value calm and quiet as virtues, dwarves prioritize a cheerful and generous personality.

What would happen if the elf was leisurely drinking tea while the dwarf smiled and said goodbye to the world with fermented wine?

In the past, it was said that there was a time when the two races lived together for the sake of each other, but now such a story is just a simple old story.

Dwarves are often criticized for being particularly picky among other heterogeneous races.

It is because of their unique hot-blooded nature.

He is quick-tempered and does not hesitate to fight no matter who the opponent is, so it is inevitable that quarrels will arise even over trivial matters.

I don’t know how the elven village was built in such a mountain range of dwarves.

Ray hurriedly approached the Dwarves who were just talking without proper guarding.

“Wait, are you okay?”

They glanced at Ray and snorted.

“What’s the elf doing to a place like this?”

“I’m looking for a blacksmith named Derp.”

Dwarves prefer fat because they have a nice body.

That way, even if you use strength, you still have stamina.

But look at the slender elf in front of you.

I wonder if I have the strength to walk, let alone stamina.

It is questionable whether he will be able to cope with Derp.

he said with disapproving eyes.

“You don’t know how precious my life is. Follow me.”

As a village located in the Celia Mountains, there was a considerable mountain road behind the tavern.

Hopo silently proceeded along the winding roads.

“Does the blacksmith named Derp live in the mountains, not in a village?”

“Because the village is so noisy. The old man hates noise. The other day, I was stabbed in the head with a barrel at a tavern because the sound of drinking was loud.”

As he speaks, he gently lifts the back of his head.

Unwillingly, I found out the origin of the soldering iron on the back of Hopo’s head.

What kind of life would it be to end up cutting off the head of the person next to you after drinking well?

“hmm. It’s more eccentric than I thought.”

Ira was worried about everything, so I expected it to some extent, but it was more than I expected.

Still, on days when I’m in a good mood, I even adjust the melody.

The thought of a dwarf hammering and humming was terrifying.

The mountain road was long.

After walking non-stop for half a day, the sound of hitting iron resonated clearly from afar.

Caang—

Caang—

It’s a full-bodied sound. Even a beginner, Ray, could tell that this was a proper strike.

“Arrived. This is Derp’s house.”

I see a house and a smithy that look pretty reliable.

There was even a stream on one side, so there seemed to be no difficulty in raising water.

Hopo did not go in with him and spoke from afar.

“Go in here alone. I am afraid that the wound will increase.”

Looking at the sheep shivering, it seems that they are timid, unlike their appearance.

“Thank you for guiding me.”

After bowing his head to Hopo, he headed towards the smithy.

Even when I saw it from a distance, I felt that it was big, but when I looked at it from close up, the brazier was literally the size of a huge rock.

The various tools placed on the shelf next to the stone brazier are particularly impressive.

As I was watching the blazing hearth as if I was making something, I heard a unique voice from the back that seemed to scrape my vocal cords.

“Who is there? Are you a visitor after a long time?”

Ray looked back.

Then, in front of her eyes, a prickly-looking, gray-haired dwarf stood.

Looking at the hammer in his hand, it was not difficult to guess that he was the dwarf he was looking for.

“This is a welcome guest. Okay, come in first.”

Enter the forge and talk.

Ray followed him in.

Everyone likes polite people when they first meet.

Ray even adjusted his voice and set an example.

“Hello, I’m...”

Ppaak!

A clumsy old dwarf threw a fist.

It wasn’t something I couldn’t avoid if I wanted to avoid it, but I was stunned by what suddenly happened and was hit right away.

Even though he is small in size, his fists flying in bizarre trajectories are even fierce.

Lay, who doesn’t know why, was holding her cheek like a simple wife and concubine, but a roar erupted.

“Such a foolish bastard! You deserve a thousand deaths for stepping dirty feet into the holy place where armor is made!”

He was downgraded from a welcome guest to a bad guy to be killed a thousand times.